Hi Maeve:

I believe the poem's about a European robin, *Erithacus rubecula*, the
"original" robin, so to speak. They sing very loudly all winter and are
beloved in the British Isles for their tameness and
familiarity (Continental Robins on the other hand are much more retiring).
I have very fond memories of Irish robins livening up the long winter
evenings  when I was growing up in Cork.

Neil Buckley

On Wed, Jan 13, 2021 at 9:46 AM Maeve Kim <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> I first heard this short poem from my father, and I’m sure it’s about a
> Carolina Wren:
>
> “I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.
>
> A magical thing. And sweet to remember
>
> We are nearer to Spring than we were in September.
>
> I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.”
>
>                            Oliver Herford
> Maeve Kim, Jericho Center
>
>
>
> > On Jan 13, 2021, at 8:58 AM, Sue Wetmore <
> [log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >
> > My Carolina wren was also singing which was a nature moment to savor.
> > Sue Wetmore
> >
> > Sent from my iPod
> >
> >> On Jan 13, 2021, at 8:45 AM, Veer Frost <
> [log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >>
> >> Almost unbearably moving in this distraught moment we are in.Veer
> >> Frost, Passumpsic NEK
> >>
> >> They have lost what is real (I Ching)
>


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